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For real?

How are they managing that?

Beats me. Maybe you're gonna pull it up and down - strongest, and all.

Dunno. I don't like lifts.

Who am I speaking to?

Knew a guy fell off one once. High winds.

[ and a good push. ]

Name's Lazar. Don't reckon you were around last time I came through.

(There's a gulp, an audible shudder.

A mutter.) Christ.

I'm Abby. Guess I wasn't. How long has it been?

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Dunno - three years, ish? Bit less. If you got something on heights, I reckon you picked the wrong city.

I've been here for about that long. We must have just missed each other.

This place, gets hard to tell. All the - time shite, you know. Sound mad if you ever try and talk on it.

Tell me about it. The new time travel magic didn't help with that.

You bite it in that?

[ delicacy isn't a strong suit ]

(This approach is preferred.)

Yep. Hard.

Weird. Remember any of it?

The whole thing.

Sucks that I missed out on attending my own funeral, but I guess the timeline stuff didn't work that way.

Shit, that's rough. You do a wake? That's the good bit, anyway.

Nope. Think we missed our window.

Nah. Fuck that. You die, you get to do a wake. Wrap it in next time there's drinks.

Hmm. I think I'll use it as an excuse whenever somebody asks me to do something I don't want to do.

'Sorry, can't, have to go to my own wake'—

Nah, can't put me on duty. I've been dead for months.

I'd better do nothing for maybe three more months actually, just to be safe.